Greatwater Lake all lit up and i start to s[m]ile

Tarantula only moved where he was permitted, knowing that he did not command either she-wolf or this interaction as a whole. The power belonged solely to the one in heat, and her scent began to fog his mind, loosening the shackles of his self-control. The male watched as she scolded the coal-pelted huntress for her intervention, the primitive reprimand stirring up his more primal nature.

Her actions only encouraged him further, enticing him to inspect her. Tarantula kept his head up and his dark chin tucked, defensive even in his bravery, as he sought to test the victress’ boundaries. First, he moved to meet her muzzle. Surely she would growl, but would she bite? He was prepared to jerk back, but her reaction would not stop a second advance: a frisky nudge aimed towards her shoulder. Would she suffer his touch?